You'll Get Back To Where

I Hope My Books Make Statements About Our General Condition.

He Doesn't Mind If He Dies... Indeed, He Would Like To Die; But Yet He Fears To Fall. He Would Welcome A Long Sleep; But Not At The Price Of Falling To It.

Worse Than Madness. Sanity.

My Yesterdays Walk With Me. They Keep Step, They Are Gray Faces That Peer Over My Shoulder.

We Just Got To Go On, That's All. That's What Grownups Would Do.